Living The American Dream

This may not be everyone's American Dream, but it was my dad’s. I was probably around fourteen years old, my mom had recently passed away, and we were spending more time away from the house. One night after getting a bite to eat, we went for a walk and found ourselves at the Harley Davidson Dealership on Lincoln Blvd in Los Angeles. There we stood gazing through the big glass window at several beautiful bikes, he turned to me and said, “Son, maybe one day you and I will ride across the states on a couple of those.” In later years his health had declined, so I rode for the two of us.  

In this picture: I’m in my early twenties having a smoke at a rest area in Vail Colorado on I-70. These were some precarious times, running from myself, battling alcohol, drug addiction, and rolling the dice with death! This was my first Harley Davidson, '86 FXR Super Glide and I rode it like a bat out of hell!! As dangerous as it was, the bike helped me process through a great deal of emotional pain and fortunately I survived the whole ordeal! There are so many beautiful areas across this country that I highly recommend doing a road trip. I eventually rode through 27 states and met some mighty fine people out there!